AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

Friday, July 29, 2011

A tree in the Dromana Hills shedding its winter coatMother Nature is out and about getting ready to change the seasons!

Form for All - dVerse - Rime RoyalFrom Gay Cannon:To celebrate new beginnings, I thought this week we’d look at one of the oldest forms in English, Rime Royal or Rhyme Royal. Traditionally, the name Rhyme Royal is said to derive from The Kingis Quair (“The King’s Book), attributed to James I of Scotland (1394–1437), but some critics trace the name to the French chant royal.

The rhyme royal stanza consists of seven lines, (usually) in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b-b-c-c. In practice, the stanza can be constructed either as a terza rima and two couplets (a-b-a, b-b, c-c) or a quatrain and a tercet (a-b-a-b, b-c-c). This allows for a good deal of variety, especially when the form is used for longer narrative poems; and along with the couplet, it was the standard narrative meter in the late Middle Ages.

+ Poetry Pantry #60

Her mood today's a sparkle in the breeze

She longs to feel the colours of the earthShe haunts the textured barks and greens of leaves

And from the soul of darkness springs a firthThe phoenix cycle wheels to legend's birth

Saturday, July 23, 2011

This car was parked in a Rosebud carpark.I thought that it was strange that I could only capture the reflection on the car's doors and windows from this perspective.It simply disappeared if I tried photographing it from the side of the car.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

This bistro sign is in the main street of Sorrento, Mornington Peninsula.It is a two way arrangement.The large sign faces the road while the smaller one faces the footpath.~Signs, Signs meme~Tempting palm featureA sign for all travellersSome bistro leisure

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Yes! It is still Winter in my world.But there are some who still like to be up close and personal with the water.Last weekend, this guy was paddling round the waters of Westernport Bay just offshore from Point Leo beach.I remained snug in my warm jacket.~Watery Wednesday #149~

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About Me ~ Blogging since 4.07.07

Over 50! And Motoring!

T.S.Eliot's poetry has never failed to intoxicate me! In fact, his sunlight on a broken column, his midnights and lamp posts, his female rhythms mouthing Michelangelo pleasantries are all bound up in the "overwhelming question" of our real biorhythms and souls! ~
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
~~~~Ray Bradbury
~~~~Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.~~~Anton Chekhov ~~~
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
~Angela Monet

AUSTRALIAN BLOGGER

Footfalls echo in the memory,
Down the passage which we did not take,
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.- T.S.Eliot ..............................
My page was too white/My ink was too thin/The day wouldn’t write/What the night pencilled in
-'The Book of Longing'
Leonard Cohen.....................
Creative discord of fractured harmonies! Between the Question and the Answer is
A Hush...
A Whisper...
A Dreaming... The grit of raw desert lands whirls on the winds in erotic rhythms - sometimes.
- Greyscale

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